Charlotte’s POV
I froze, looking down at the burgundy silk dress. “What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
Kieran’s voice was low and dangerous. “Where did you get it?”
“Sophia gave it to me. She said you bought it—”
“I didn’t buy you anything.” His eyes were cold. “That dress belonged to my wife.”
The words made my mouth go dry. Kieran’s wife—Nora’s mother. The dead woman who I had never met and only heard scattered details about in passing. The woman whose ghost still lived in our house, darkening every corner of the marriage that was never meant to be anything more than an arrangement.
I looked at Sophia. “You said Kieran bought this for me,” I said.
Sophia stood slowly, setting aside her menu. Kieran turned to her. “Sophia, is this true?” he hissed.
She clasped
